Despair

A strange man walks afraid.

His breath and sin do not invade.

Emptiness covers his eye,

a poor soul lost in time.

I do not see. I do not feel.

Everything around me feels numb.

How can it be said the joker?

A small deed for a small token.

Walking down the path

between light and shadow.

A place where men grow weary and hollow

and the souls become narrow.

Live, love, die.

The cycle repeats over again.

Quite unexpectedly it remain.

Is it truly aware?

A poor mans choice,

a weak child voice.

A quiet shadow,

a silent despair.

No mojo risin,

no display in nature.

Just the quiet,

quiet sound of adventure.